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I was part of an elite, armed investigative team going into an ocean-side science station to find out what had happened to it. Only the first part of the station was on land, the rest of which was located underwater, and it was connected by corridors, stairs, and elevators. The first section had bad lighting, papers and equipment scattered everywhere, and finally we started finding bodies as we went into the underwater sections.

The group was split up at some point, and one of the other smaller groups was attacked. A girl survived her initial injuries and we had her resting at the makeshift medical room we set up. My sub-group did some more exploring and had an encounter with another of the things that had attacked her, and they were freakish humanoid forms with weird delicate-seeming spikes and rings of almost barbed-wire shaped protrusions all over their faces.

I don't think I actually managed to kill it, but I was able to clear an area and noticed a map on the wall. It showed a side view of the complex with each area marked as a white rectangle with connections between each section. There were only about four or five sections and it didn't seem to go as far down as it could, more outwards into the ocean water. There was also a second floor section about half-way between the initial entry area and one of the sections out in the water, but I had a feeling the source of the problems was down and not up. I was trying to figure out how to get to the next section further into the water, but ended up going back to where the majority of our people were for the moment.

The girl in the medical room started showing signs of changing into one of the creatures. Stuff was beginning to grow out of her face and she started screaming as the changes became more severe. At some point she calmed down and dazedly suggested she go further into the complex alone, because maybe the creatures would leave her alone now that she was becoming like them. I had a bad feeling she was hurting so bad, she was in fact planning suicide by putting herself at the mercy of the enemy.

She became too disoriented to use for the plan, but one of our big marines was showing signs of changing too, yet he had not been bitten or injured. Did that mean the virulent creature DNA was somehow airborne? His changes weren't as severe, but he had a weird line of almost stitch-looking spines set flush into his skin, that traveled from roughly his chin up across his cheeks to his forehead on both sides of his face. He suggested he should try the plan for getting further into the complex without getting eaten.

My perspective shifted to the marine, and he had already made it much further and deeper into the complex. This area appeared to have been built into solid ground, the shallow end of the ocean floor. I could see a bunch of the creatures ahead, and as they started rushing towards me I thought the plan was going to fail after all. But they slowed down, and then started walking up the side of a ridge of nearby dirt. I had a headset on, and I said over the communications to the rest of the team, "I think they're trying to show me something."

The ridge of packed dirt was taller than me, so it took climbing it to see what lay beyond. I beheld a huge crater, so gigantic it nearly broke my brain and gave me vertigo. But I held my place and tried to figure out what had happened here. The shape of the crater almost made it feel like a ridiculously-huge sphere had once rested here, but really it must have been the end result of a huge excavation. I didn't remember seeing anything like this on the wall map, because a room this size would have dwarfed the scale used in that map. Thus, it was some kind of mega-secret project that had ended up killing a lot of people and turned the rest into aliens.

At the very bottom of the crater I could see what looked like a small exposed edge of dirty, beige-colored metal. Was that part of an alien craft? How come it had not been excavated fully? Had they found other pieces before reaching that one, or was the alien DNA so nasty that it had affected people almost immediately once they started uncovering that piece? Maybe it was some kind of space-microbe on the outside of a ship and nobody had even seen what else lay beneath the dirt.

Back at the command center the team had set up, there were lines of chat on a screen that had been sent from the marine (so much for the audio signal idea). The first two were something along the lines of "Here goes nothing." and "[soldier's name], signing off." Suddenly a new line appeared, in all caps, and it was maybe ten letters smooshed together that indicated the man was still conscious and still at least someone in charge of his own mind.

Then I was Mei in Overwatch, where I was using my ice-blast gun to freeze and kill the alien creatures and they gave experience points every time they died. I was keeping up with respawn so I only had to kill one or two at a time and not a whole room. And finally I woke up.

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Thoughts: I would have liked to have left the end off, but it just kind of shows how doofy the subconscious can be. I had a great, freaky, dark theme going on there, thanks dream! :P I really do wish I could remember what exactly the lines of text were, I almost think part of the last one was "IAMGOOD" but I'm not sure. I also vaguely remember something coming up about depressurization at one point but I am not sure where that fell into the dream and it was most likely one of the more messed up parts of dream logic.

I was on Gordon Ramsey's Kitchen Nightmares, either as some kind of part-owner of a restaurant or as an advisor/friend of the head chef. I remember the first part of the dream was involved in building the kitchen... in Minecraft. We were building the kitchen underground. I asked how things were going as far as the food went and one of the other employees said we were out of mushrooms for one of a mushroom dish. I said that yes, that was because we didn' t have a mushroom farm yet, but I could build one off of the side of the kitchen if they wanted me to.

I didn't end up doing that just yet, because the head chef and I came up with an idea to add a special to the menu, either every day or at random or whenever it got boring. Gordon showed up and I told him this and he loved the idea. Then I asked him if he had good ideas for chicken cordon blue and he said something like, "Yes, in fact I can train him [the head chef] to make that tonight." Gordon was already working on writing down a shopping list of ingredients we needed for the regular food.

The first few things Gordon rattled off for the chicken cordon blue recipe were too hard to remember, so I decided to write down the stuff for it on a post-it note. For some reason, the first item was "delicate pepperoni slices" and I think there were a couple of other descriptive words in there too. I tried writing "pepperoni" first and utterly failed, writing down other letters somehow. So then I made several attempts at writing "delicate" and failed every single time.

Gordon was right there working on his own list and having as much trouble believing I was failing writing this badly as I was. Finally I tried writing it all in capital letters and ended up writing "GRATEFUL." That was somewhat ironic considering we were all extremely grateful that Gordon was helping us, but it was still the wrong word. I gave up and asked him to write it down and he took over.

Then I woke up... and realized why I wasn't able to write, since reading and writing are extremely difficult to do while dreaming.

I was standing by an old-fashioned desk that had a rather large flat surface to it, and was in the middle of a field. I apparently saw nothing wrong with where the desk was. I was opening a letter I'd just received, and discovered it was a reply to fanmail I had sent to Stephen Colbert (of The Colbert Report, but if you don't know his name you probably don't know his show either). I was totally thrilled, and then a little disappointed as it seemed like kinda generic wording. But it was handwritten... and towards the end, he was talking about a book or movie coming out having to do with him (I forget which, and in fact the dream may have changed its mind as it was going along). He said something about "we'll just have to wait and see, it's not much longer now!"

Then another part of what had been delivered by the mailman took up my attention. It was a package, something I'd ordered. It was an old-fashioned telescope (think Galileo), but it was missing a big long cylinder piece that went on the end of the smaller telescope cylinder. I had known this when I ordered it, and was going to find the other part via another seller. Someone was now standing there, two people, a man and a woman, talking about the missing part and asking me if I'd known it wasn't there. I did, and they were kind of annoying me.

I was searching online for something, I'm not really sure what anymore except it had to do with something fantasy-related. I found a fantasy roleplay forum and started looking through it out of vague curiosity, and realized it might have died at some point and nobody had posted to it in forever. There were different sections and it seemed like the further I looked the more recent things got, to a point where people were currently using it but the roleplay had changed to something unrelated to the original forum's purpose, but still vaguely fantasy related, with more of an emphasis on some kind of very colorful, bouncy anime.

I logged into AIM for a moment. (In real life I recently installed it again after avoiding it for a while due to spyware-like qualities in the last version I tried on another PC.) Suddenly I had three chat windows of incoming messages, all usernames I was unfamiliar with. I thought for a moment it might have to do with an RP I am working on applying to (again, in real life), but no, it appears they had nothing to do with that. A vague idea was that it was somehow related to the fantasy RP/forum I'd been surfing, but no, the right-most chat window (relating to the tabs on my Windows taskbar) was a girl talking about some sort of MMORPG she was playing. All three chats seemed to relate to this, but the chick on the right was pretty much ignoring anything I said.

I was having a real hard time typing (duh, now I realize it's cuz it was a dream) but I was actually able to communicate with the people chatting with me, just seemed to have a lot of typo issues. I told at least two of them I was apparently having keyboard issues. (Also, I could read the chat text fine as well as the stuff I had been looking at on the forums. This is pretty unusual for my dream states.) The one on the far left was another girl, and the chat in the middle was some guy who didn't say much. Through talking to the girl on the left I learned that I had been mistaken for the coder of this game all three of them were playing. (It sounded like an oldschool cartoony fantasy thing, think later Kings Quest games.) Apparently I had the same screen name as this coder person (who I think was a guy, and apparently much looked up to by the game players) and he'd stopped using it probably ages ago and deleted it or whatever and I'd ended up with it by chance (I did just get a new AIM username in real life).

So I was trying to tell them all I wasn't the person they thought, really had no interest in checking out this game and honestly knew nothing about it, nor did I have any advice or useful things to say to the chick on the right who seemed to be looking for some tips in between comments like "OMG vampires have mind flay?? No way!!". Mind Flay was apparently some sort of skill or power in the game, sounded like it was monster-only (and nasty monster at that).

Then I thought I woke up from this dream, but actually just ended up in another dream (this one, friends-only).